This is a song about "Left"

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

That's another topic, we should start a project

I fucking hate this job

That left ya without hope

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

Never ever pay rent

With the rest who are left

So here i am at the store for some chips

And i'm left for the corrections,

His ego left bloated

After that moscato hit

I swear i'm coming back one day

Got nothing left to say

Couple grand when i rock the night

Left her outta the limelight